Paroles
Take no position on good or bad
Much watched is the doing so fuck the tarot's read
The life I lead, it has a taste
Like milk drank from the teat, curdles at a certain age
Get with ataraxia
Force it into being
Suck face ataraxia
Lower the ceiling
What if I amount to nothing at all?
Inside, it hits me up
I care too much about what I think
Shame the mirrors that stretch my hips
Mute the hypochondria that whispers spoilers in my ears
I'm not a father yet, so don't ask again
Salt the snail and teach it to obtain
Lay in ataraxia
Set the kindling
Weigh in ataraxia
Absolve me of my skin
Shamе him, name him
Cut me down to size
Insidе, it hits me up
I care too much about what I think
Get with ataraxia
Force it into being
Suck face ataraxia
Lower the ceiling
What if I amount to nothing at all?
Inside, it hits me up
I care too much about what I think
Ataraxia
Ataraxia
